The kiss started slow, but it didn't stay that way for long. Amunet's fingers slid into Grey's hair and tightened, dragging him closer while her lips parted beneath his, and the soft, gutteral sound that escaped her throat hit him harder than anything the Infernal Princes had managed all day.
Those sons of bitches were tied up in such a tight bundle, that they probably couldn't even breathe, let alone see or sense anything.
Did Elementals need oxygen? Grey didn't know. And at this point he didn't care if they just slowly suffocated to death either.
Grey pushed off the wall and carried her deeper into the room without breaking away, his hands spread wide across her ass to hold her against him. Every step bounced her body along the front of his, her bare breasts rubbing across his shirt and her thighs locking tighter around his hips, until he felt her soaking through his pants with each stride.
